Christian Wiman (b. 1966)
Music MaybeToo many elegies elevating sadness
to a kind of sad religion:
one wants in the end just once to befriend
one’s own loneliness,
to make of the ache of inwardness—
or even just believing in it,
and the long room alone
where the child
chances on a bee
banging against the glass
like an attack of happiness.
From Once in the West: Poems (New York: Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2014).
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